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Last time...

I looked down at his hand and then up at him, but he just stormed off. What is it with him? I pushed my thoughts to one side and made my way to my last lesson of the day, games.

Shit.

Now...

All through games I was in a daze. All I could think about was what he said "you smell so damn good..." his hands were so cold...And then it hit me. Hard.

"Ow!" I shouted, annoyed that I hadn't been paying enough attention to dodge what would now be a large bruise on my forehead.

"Oh my God! I'm so sorry" said Mike who was already by my side, "do you want me to take you to the nurse?"

"Uh, no, I'm fine thanks, I'll go on my own... but thanks." I didn't need his incessant talking, I needed to think, and I hastily took my chance to miss the rest of what was definitely my least favourite lesson of the week. As soon as I left games I realised that I didn't have the faintest idea where the nurse was. Oh well, I can get some ice at home. I made my way to my locker. Let me see... Nope, no homework tonight, good, that gives me some more time to cook supper. I walked back to my truck, got in and started the engine. I didn't take long before it chugged into life and I drove home.

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I stepped in the door, dumped my bag and keys on the table and slumped down onto the sofa. Fuck me, what a day. Oh, that reminds me, I took out the now crumpled note that had been in my pocket all day. I automatically recognised the scrawny writing to be my dads, it read:

Hi Bells,hope you have a good day at school, I will be home at about 6.30 tonight, the fridge is empty, so you might want to get some groceries before you come home.

Love you,Dad

Shit! Groceries! I stood up and grabbed my keys."Fuck!" I moaned inwardly as I walked back out to my car. I swear this day is getting worse and worse.

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I heard the door unlock at 6.30 and the heavy steps of my dad coming in the door.

"Hi Dad!" I shouted, "Supper will be ready in about five minutes."

"Hey Bells. Mmm, smells good, what is it?" My dad shouted from the living room. I could already hear that he'd turned the TV on.

"Spaghetti bolognese, I hope that's ok."

"Nice." knew that he probably didn't want a very long conversation, he wasn't a very talkative person. I rubbed my forehead, thank God I have concealer, I think it's bruising. I lifted the spoon to my mouth, blew on it and tried some mmmm, I think it's ready.

"Dad! Suppers ready!" I shouted to my father in the living room as I served the vegetables, pasta and sauce onto our plates. My dad trudged in, sat down and waited for me to sit down before he started.

"Mmm, 's good." he mumbled whilst taking a large mouthful of spaghetti.

"Thanks." I replied. We sat in a comfortable silence for most of the meal, then my dad looked up and asked,

"how did you get that mark on your forehead?" I instinctively went up to touch it, "you're not being bullied are you? Because if you are then I will go up there right now..." I cut him off sharply.

"Calm down, it's from games, I got hit with the volleyball, it was an accident. Don't worry about it."

"Oh" He almost seemed upset that it wasn't something exciting, but relieved at the same time that I wasn't being bullied. He continued eating and we sat in silence for the rest of the end of supper, I stood up to clear the dishes, but Dad insisted on doing it so I let him and went upstairs to get ready for bed.

EPOV

I couldn't focus. After I stormed off I decided to skip the rest of my lessons, it wasn't like I needed them anyway.

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As I stepped in the door I could hear that Jasper was trying to calm me down, but even he was having difficulty.

"Don't even ask." I growled through gritted teeth. I wasn't going to ask, I was just wondering. "Yeah, well you know I can still hear you." You're feeling calmer already, but you're still a mess of emotions. Jasper was right, I was feeling calmer, but I needed to think.

"Don't bother going into school tomorrow," I heard the chirpy voice of Alice come through the door. "It will be cloudy for sixteen minutes and thirty three seconds, but then it will be sunny for the rest of the day."

"Thank-you Alice, but you will need to tell the rest of them when they come home." Esme came through from the kitchen, I don't even know why she was in there, it's not like she ever uses it.

"I'm going for a run." I needed to think without other people's thoughts interrupting me.

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I ran through the night. I probably crossed a few borders, but I wasn't too sure. I wasn't really paying any attention to where I was but I was pretty sure that I was close to home as I'd turned around a while ago. I was just thinking. No more, no less. My mind was buzzing from the previous day's events. I knew, from what I'd heard that she had been hit with a volleyball by Mike, bastard, in games yesterday, I almost ran out of my class to see if she was OK, but I stopped myself. I already knew that she was scared of me. Why though? She'd never met me... I checked my watch. I knew that it was morning because I could see the sun starting to rise. 4.37. Yep, I thought so. I actually had a very good sense of time usually, but I'd been so distracted by her that she was all I could think about. If I run fast enough I can get to her house before she wakes up. I liked to watch her sleep. It was fascinating. I also liked to try and figure out what she was thinking about. The fact that I couldn't frustrated me. I don't know what about her enticed me so much, I don't even know anything about her, and yet something told me that my attraction to her wasn't just a physical one, it's just that I feel that, with her, I would be completed, and that hole inside me would be filled.

And that's what scared me the most.

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When I arrived at her house, I was pleased to find that her window was slightly open. I climbed up to her window and quietly opened it. As I slipped in, I saw her, just lying there, sleeping. She had pushed her duvet down to her waist, and she was just wearing her underwear. Fuck. She was just lying there as she was so fucking sexy. No. She didn't deserve such a vulgar word. No. She was beautiful beyond all belief. She was a goddess. The way her eyes fluttered slightly. The way her chest rose and fell in slow, even breaths. The way her slender body lay perfectly still.

I was awoken from my daze by the sudden arching of her back.

BPOV

I couldn't feel anything. I knew what was happening, but I couldn't feel anything. He was right above me leaning over me, his mouth at my neck. I knew that is hurt, but I just couldn't feel it. My body started shaking uncontrollably. My muscles were tensing all over my body.

EPOV

Her body started shaking uncontrollably. Her muscles were tensing all over her body. She looked like she was in pain, but didn't seem to be feeling anything.

BPOV

Suddenly, my body just stopped moving and I relaxed. Then he sat up and smirked with appreciation. He turned and looked me in the eyes with his just-fucked hair and smiled a smile so sexy, it should be illegal. And then I saw them. Two, sharp, dagger-like teeth, with blood, my blood dripping from them.

EPOV

She sat up and screamed in terror. I stood dead still, unsure as to what to do. I couldn't run up and comfort her, because that would freak her out more. And if you weren't such a fuking perv, you wouldn't be having this problem, would you? My annoying inner voice just never knew how to help.

BPOV

I saw his silhouette against the slowly rising sun. I blinked a few times. Is he...real? I squinted and rubbed my eyes. He's still there. Maybe he is real...he's not moving though...maybe it's just my imagination...

EPOV

I watched as she squinted and rubbed her eyes. Come on you litter fucker! Don't just stand there, MOVE! You can't let her see you, you fucking pervert! For once, the voice in my head was right. I had to move, I couldn't let her see me. She reached over to turn on her lamp, and, before I knew it, I was outside the house and across the road, hiding between the trees.

BPOV

I turned my lamp on and looked up. He was gone. I frowned, odd, I swore I saw him there...it must have been part of my dream...odd. I tried to shake my thoughts and looked at my clock. 6.20. Fuck me. I still had just under two hours at least. I lay back down and tried to settle my thoughts.

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I must have dozed off, because the next thing I knew, it was 8.15. I groaned and sat up. You are so not a morning person. No shit sherlock. I faltered slightly as I stood up and made my way over to my wardrobe. Jeans and a tee again? As a girl I would have thought that you would have a bit more of a fashion sense. My inner voice just never knew when to shut up.

I put my poptart in the toaster and picked up the note left on the table:

Hey Bells,

Just to let you know, Billy Black will be coming over for dinner tonight, and he will probably bring his son Jacob along. Have fun at school.

Dad

I took my poptart out of the taster and chucked it from had to hand until it was cool enough to eat. I put it in my mouth, grabbed my bag and keys and got in got car to got to school.

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I checked the fridge, we could have steak, I didn't really know what the Blacks would like. Well tough tits, steaks all we've got, so they'll have to deal with it. I shrugged, took the steaks and vegetables out of the fridge and started preparing dinner.

I never really knew the Blacks. I knew that they were a big family, and that they live on the outskirts of Forks, surrounded by trees, much like us. Billy was good friends with dad, they had been for God knows how long. Bill was paralysed from the waist down, and hence wheel-chair bound, but I wasn't sure how it had happened. Jacob was his son, and I had met him once or twice when I stayed with my dad when I was little. He was one year older than me, but other than that, I didn't know much about him.

I heard the door unlock and the heavy steps of my father in the hall.

"Hey Bells." He shouted.

"Hi Dad! Dinner should be ready in about half an hour." I knew he wasn't listening, I could already hear the TV on.

"Mm hm..." I thought best to not try a conversation, because I knew that it would end up with me talking to myself with a few intermittent grunts, so I continued to chop the -five minutes later, just as I was turning the oven off, the doorbell rang.

"Bells, can you get that? It'll be them. I'll be down in one minute." Trust Dad to decide to take a shower and get changed ten minutes before guests arrived. I rinsed my hands under the tap and wiped them on my jeans. I walked over to the door, opened it and saw the form of Jacob Black staring back at me.